What does he mean, "He'll handle it?" The last time Huxley handled something he ended up in a fist fight next to a dumpster.
My apartment complex isn't far and I park in a spot next to the front door within five minutes. The drive here was white knuckled as I gripped the steering wheel with all my might driving twenty-five miles an hour. Here's another situation where Huxley plans to jump out and leap into danger. I was stupid to think he saw my point in our argument the other day.
The car shuts off and I pull the key from the ignition, my hand braced on the door waiting to get out but not sure what I should do.
Huxley's attention is on the side mirror as he watches the other car pull into the lot and park a few spaces further away. "Get out of the car and walk up to the apartment like
